"Drop the file and turn around slowly, you son of a bitch."
Krycek put up his hands in a casual gesture of surrender and complied. His
manner was relaxed as he eyed his former partner, giving away nothing of the
cold dread that has taken hold in the pit of his stomach. From the look on
Mulder's face, Krycek knew he'd be lucky if he only ended up in prison and not
the county morgue. Mulder quickly relieved Krycek of the weapon he was
carrying.
"Well, Krycek, any last words?"
Krycek thought for a second. "Mulder, you can't kill me."
"Why not, you lying sack of shit? You've broken into my apartment and have a
gun." He briefly examined the weapon before tucking it into the waistband of
his trousers. "Factor in your being a wanted man and I believe I can kill
you."
Krycek stammered involuntarily as he tried to construct a reason Mulder should
let him live. "I-I know things about people that you should know."
Mulder frowned and tilted his head slightly. "Come on Alex. Even you can come
up with something better than that. What could you possibly have that would
stop me from pulling this trigger?"
"Information, Mulder. If you kill me, you'll never know what it is that I
know about you and the X-Files." He paused, trying to read Mulder's face.
"And the people you're working with."
The expression on Mulder's face didn't change. "Why should I believe you?"
"You're going to kill me anyway, right? Let me tell you this one thing and
then you can decide if you want to know more. I may be worth more to you
alive."
A disbelieving chuckle and Mulder lowered the gun an inch. "Krycek, that's the
biggest load of bullshit you've ever tried to sling. You're worth nothing to
me now. I don't need you alive."
"Fine...fine," Krycek said, suddenly looking defeated. "Kill me." He dropped
to his knees and closed his eyes.
As Mulder watched the unexpected surrender of his enemy, he was overwhelmed by
curiosity and surprise. Perhaps Krycek was telling the truth for once. Maybe
he did have some information that would be of use. If Mulder heard him out and
was not satisfied with what was revealed, he would still be able to take Krycek
into custody.
"Okay, Krycek." Mulder lowered his gun a fraction more, but still kept it
trained on the younger man. "I'm not going to kill you."
Startled green eyes opened but didn't waver as they were caught by Mulder's in
a challenging stare.
"I don't understand."
"If you really have something to tell me, I'll listen. If what you tell me
doesn't help me, I'll arrest you, but I won't kill you."
"Mulder, if you take me into custody, you might as well kill me because there's
no way I'm gonna last a day in jail."
Mulder took a seat on his couch, his gun still on Krycek. "Then you'd better
make this worth my while, don't you think?"
Krycek started to stand up but Mulder stopped him. "Stay right there on the
floor." Putting his hands up in supplication, Krycek sat back on his heels.
"Start talking."
"Your boss is not the man you think he is. I know that you've had your doubts
at times but then he has done something to make you believe he's on your side."
"What are you talking about, Krycek? Skinner's my and Scully's ally."
Mulder was taken aback by the wry smile that spread across Krycek's face.
"Do you think that wasn't planned? What makes you think that every move he's
made was not on someone else's orders?"
"Who, the cancer man?"
Ignoring Mulder's question, Krycek continued. "Every action that Skinner has
taken has been under the direction of someone else. You think you know
everyone involved in keeping you from finding the truth, but you couldn't be
more wrong. You also think you know who your true allies are."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Let me explain." Mulder shrugged and Krycek began his story. "When I first
joined the FBI, I was promised the opportunity of advancement. They saw in me
the potential to be a great agent and even mentioned they thought I could reach
the position of Director one day."
"Who're 'they'?"
"It doesn't matter. I was given names, but none of them were real. I
hadn't realized that these men were not recruiting solely for the FBI. They
were higher than any branch of the government."
Mulder sat forward. "Why were they interested in you?"
"My family was very powerful politically and the torch was to be passed to me
after my father retired. When I made clear my intentions to have a career at
the Bureau, the men my father worked with recruited me in the hope that I could
put what I'd learned from my family to work for them. I really did have a lot
of promise." For a moment, Krycek looked wistful and Mulder felt a twinge of
something not unlike sympathy. It soon vanished as he forced himself to
remember exactly who he was dealing with.
"Krycek, you told me your parents were Cold War immigrants."
"Don't tell me you believe everything I say. If I'd known that, I would have
told you how I felt about—" He cleared his throat and looked down. "I was
well prepared for everything I did and said to you."
"Then how do I know you're telling me the truth now?"
"You don't, but I have no reason to lie to you." He caught Mulder's eye and
didn't look away until the gaze was broken by the other man. Smiling at his
small victory, he watched his former partner for a moment before going on.
"Once they had convinced me that I would have a future in the Bureau and the
chance to define who I was apart from my family, I was more than eager to join
the ranks. My father warned me that I was getting in over my head, but that
just made me want it even more. I thought he was afraid I would end up
outshining him and he couldn't stand the competition from his own son."
"Why did you think your own father would feel that way?" Mulder was getting
interested in what Krycek was telling him and Krycek started to sense that he
might be able to walk away from this a free man.
"While I was growing up he always compared whatever I did to himself at that
age. His first girlfriend was prettier than mine, his grades were higher than
mine, his valedictory speech was better than mine, he knew more languages than
I did. The one thing I knew I could best him in was a career with the FBI."
"Did you choose the Bureau for any particular reason?"
Krycek looked down at his hands and Mulder thought he looked just a little
embarrassed.
"Yes. He had been rejected when he'd applied for admission to Quantico and I
knew that the thought of his son being able to go where he was unable to..."
Krycek looked up. "I'm sure you can understand that I just wanted to be better
than him at something. The Bureau gave me that chance."
Mulder nodded and gestured for Krycek to continue.
"When I shocked my father by graduating from the academy, it was the
greatest day of my life. I knew I had a marvelous career ahead of me and
nothing would stop me from getting what I wanted."
"So, what happened? Why did you give up everything for a career in betrayal?"
The question was bitter, but the tone was inquisitive.
Krycek sighed. "Once I was given a position there, they reneged on everything
they had promised me."
"Why didn't you leave then?"
"They made threats against my family. As much as I disliked my father, I loved
my mother and didn't want anything to happen to either of them. As I got more
deeply involved, they found other people to threaten in order to keep me in
line."
"Who?"
Krycek once again looked at the floor and coughed quietly. "People they knew I
wanted to protect. People who meant a lot to me that they could use against
me." He looked up at Mulder and saw a confused expression on the agent's face.
"It's not important. What is important is what I did and what I can tell you
about your boss.
"Skinner and I started our affair soon after I was assigned to be your
partner." Ignoring the choked gasp Mulder emitted, Krycek went on. "My
superiors thought it would be best if I could ensure his cooperation by
providing them with proper blackmail material if it should ever become
necessary."
"Is that how these men you work for have controlled him?"
"Yes."
By now Mulder had his gun resting in his lap. Krycek knew that he'd be able to
catch him off guard and escape without having to say another word, but chose to
let him be.
Mulder shook his head. "I don't believe you had an affair with Skinner. He's
not gay. He was married for chrissake."
"That doesn't mean a damn thing. All I can ask you to do is believe me when I
tell you that he and I were involved."
"Why would he put his career on the line like that? If word of it got out..."
"Dammit, Mulder, that's not the point. Skinner is the one who killed your
father!"
The sudden exclamation silenced Mulder immediately and he felt as if he'd been
dealt a blow. "I don't believe you. You're a liar." His words were barely
above a whisper and his expression was one of stunned disbelief.
Krycek moved forward a little. "No, I'm not. Not this time."
"But why? How?"
"Do you remember the night you found me outside your apartment building and
accused me of shooting your father?" Mulder nodded. "That's when I knew what
had happened. The men I work for had given him an ultimatum; kill Bill Mulder
or lose everything. I never thought he'd do that to you, but it was his choice
to make."
"What about Scully's sister?"
"That was done by a former associate of mine. I admit I was there when the
shooting took place, but I was not the one who pulled the trigger. Skinner was
originally supposed to kill Scully, but at the last second, Cardinale was given
the order."
"So, he used the same gun Skinner had shot my father with?"
Krycek nodded slowly.
"But what about all the things he's done to help us? Why would he do that?"
"I told you, Mulder. Every move Skinner made was planned."
Mulder shook his head as if trying to recover from a blow. "Then why did you
beat him up in the stairwell that one time?"
"He told you that?" Krycek asked, his eyes wide. "Mulder, I have never touched
Skinner in anger, nevermind beaten him up. That must be a cover story he came
up with the explain why he gave me the DAT tape. It would have been nice if
he'd let me in on it." He grinned, then seeing all remaining doubt drain from
Mulder's face, sobered instantly.
"Mulder?" Krycek crawled forward until he was close enough to touch the other
man's knee. "Mulder, will you be all right?"
"No, I won't." His voice broke and for a moment, Krycek wondered if tears
would follow. "Why are you telling me this? How can I know you're telling me
the truth?"
Krycek shrugged. "What choice do I have? You're either going to kill me or
arrest me. The one thing that I really want will never be mine so I have
nothing left to lose. Besides, what would I gain by lying to you?"
Mulder dropped his gun in his lap and raised his hands, wearily rubbing them
over his tired face. "You can go."
"What?"
"Go. I know it's your freedom that you want, so go."
Krycek stared at Mulder, amazed that he had succeeded in securing his freedom,
but felt an unexpected rush of pity at the pathetic expression on his former
partner's face. It was then that he knew he wouldn't be satisfied leaving
Mulder only with the tale he'd been told.
"There's one other thing that's more important to me than my freedom."
"What's that?"
"You."
Mulder's head jerked up and he narrowed his eyes in an effort to determine if
the other man was telling the truth. For once in his life, Krycek's face
appeared to be revealing exactly what he was feeling. Either that or he was a
damn fine actor.
"Krycek, you're free. You don't have to tell me anything more."
"I want you to know that every time I was with Skinner, I was wishing it was
you."
"You... I don't understand. What are you telling me?"
Krycek brought himself up on his knees and placed his hands on Mulder's thighs.
"Isn't it obvious? Wasn't it all obvious to you when we were partners? Whose
life do you think my employers threatened after my family's?" He searched
Mulder's eyes for a hint of understanding, and sensing he was on his way to
finding it, went on. "I wanted to protect you, Mulder."
"I don't want to believe you. I have no reason to."
"I know, but think about it. If I wanted to lie to you, I wouldn't say
something this ridiculous, would I? Shouldn't that show you that I'm telling
you the truth?"
Mulder's head fell back against the couch and he closed his eyes. "I don't
know. I have no idea who to believe anymore. You're the last person I want to
listen to, but you're the only person who doesn't have anything to gain by
lying to me."
Krycek hid the smile that was threatening to reveal his deception. "You're
wrong, Mulder. I'm gambling on my freedom. It would be easy for me to tell
you all sorts of lies to guarantee you'd let me go. Instead I've told you the
truth about everything... including how I feel about you."
Mulder shook his head, slowly at first, then more vigorously as he tried to
deny the feelings that Krycek's words were dredging up within him. Feelings
he'd thought he had long since buried once he'd been betrayed by the man
kneeling before him.
"No, it can't be true. If you felt that way about me, you would never have..."
"I had no choice. Don't you understand that? They made me into who I am now.
They used my feelings for you as a tool to make me do whatever they asked."
Gingerly reaching for the gun, he took it easily from Mulder's limp grasp and
set it beside him. "I never wanted to hurt you." The words were a whisper as
Krycek closed the distance between them and cautiously brought his lips to
Mulder's. "Forgive me," he murmured, the soft, warm breath of his words
against Mulder's mouth sending a reluctant spark coursing through the older
man's body.
"Alex... I can't..." The pained whisper thrilled the former agent as he traced
the trembling lips with his tongue, savoring the unbidden need.
"Shhh... yes you can..." He gently pressed his mouth to Mulder's waiting for
the other man to respond, not wishing to be the one who wanted this more. His
need to ensure Mulder's surrender instilled in him a patience he never thought
was in his possession.
Relinquishing whatever control he had left, Mulder groaned and finally gave in
to his unwelcome emotions, returning the kiss with a ferocity that matched the
anger he'd been feeling mere moments before.
Krycek was shocked at the first taste of Mulder's tongue as it desperately
slid over his own, claiming him with a need that screamed of denial and
irrational lust. Smiling against the assault, Krycek brought a hand up to
Mulder's head and sought to gain purchase in the soft, smooth hair. Mulder did
the same, pulling Krycek even closer to him, crushing their mouths together in
savage contact.
Suddenly, Mulder pulled away, breathless, his lips swollen and red. "Let's go
into the bedroom."
Krycek shook his head and started kissing the side of Mulder's neck. "We can
stay here. I know you always have sex on this couch." He raised his head and
smirked. "Or what passes for sex."
"How do you..." Mulder paused. "You've been watching me?"
Looking appropriately shamefaced, Krycek nodded. "It's just one more thing
they make me do. You can't imagine the number of times I've wanted to bust
through your door and let you know you didn't have to be alone. Seeing you
sitting here, jerking off...god, Fox, I'd have to do it too, wishing I could be
with you the whole time."
For the first time that night, Mulder smiled. "I wish you had been with me."
Returning the smile and feeling more confident with every passing moment,
Krycek lowered his head and began biting along Mulder's jaw, his tongue
scraping the five o'clock shadow as he languidly licked along the strong lines.
He reached Mulder's ear, tugging the soft lobe with his teeth before quickly
flicking his tongue over and around its whorls. "Do you know how long I've
wanted to do this?"
Mulder shivered at the sensation of moist heat and velvet words and tilted his
head back, exposing the inviting curve of his throat. As Krycek tasted the
burning skin, he smirked at the realization that the line his mouth marked
could just as easily have been made with the cold, sure blade of the knife
hidden in his boot.
"Why didn't you let me know?"
Krycek raised his head and kissed the furrowed brow. "I couldn't. I thought
it would be best if we were never involved. They could have made it much worse
for you if we had been lovers."
Struck by the concern he saw in the usually treacherous eyes, he stroked
Krycek's cheek with the back of his fingers before gently brushing a thumb over
the parted lips. "It would have been worth it."
Krycek felt a quick stab of delight at the earnestness he saw in Mulder's eyes.
"At least now we can give each other what we've both been wanting for so long.
If you're still sure about this, that is."
"What do you think?" Mulder grabbed the lapel of Krycek's jacket and pulled
him up off his knees until he was leaning awkwardly against Mulder's body.
Krycek placed a hand between Mulder's legs and felt the evidence of his
arousal.
"I'd say you're a willing participant," he grinned, squeezing gently before
easing himself up to sit beside his former partner. Placing a sure arm around
Mulder's shoulders, Krycek moved his other hand onto the erection straining
against the thin material of Mulder's slacks. "What do you want me to do?"
The reply was quick. "Everything."
"Then maybe we should take this to your bed. We'll need the room." He stood
up and extended a hand. Mulder stared at him for a moment, making Krycek
wonder if he was having second thoughts about taking the next step.
"I trust you, Alex."
A slow, confident grin. "I know."
Mulder took Krycek's hand and the sworn enemies wandered to the bedroom where
they slowly undressed each other.
Pulling the other man to him, Mulder nuzzled the soft warm skin of Krycek's
neck, teeth biting the pulsating vein throbbing beneath the surface. "Alex,
you're beautiful."
"You don't have to flatter me. You have me."
Mulder's hands roamed over the taut muscles of Krycek's back, down to the
curves of his backside, memorizing the smooth firmness there before feeling his
way back up the tantalizing body to gently grip the strong shoulders. "I
should have had you sooner."
"Yeah, well, that couldn't happen. Deal with it." Krycek roughly pulled
Mulder even closer to him, grinding his hips against the man who was now ready
to dismiss their turbulent history for a round of meaningless sex. He laughed
at the thought and claimed Mulder's mouth in a bruising kiss. They pulled
apart, breathing heavily, eyes hooded with a need that had yet to be satisfied.
"Get on the bed." The order was growled and Mulder obeyed, his heart racing at
the thought of what was about to happen. He lay down on his back and watched,
puzzled, as Krycek stood, staring down at him.
"Alex, what is it?"
"I can't believe this is real." The words were the truest statement Krycek had
made all evening. As he took in the wanton image before him, he searched his
memory for any indication that he'd one day find himself in Mulder's bedroom
about to have sex with him.
Mulder put out his hand. "It isn't yet."
Taking Mulder's hand loosely in his, Krycek knelt on the bed, straddling the
lean hips. "Just wait." He lowered himself until his body was aligned with
Mulder's, their erections sliding over each other in a quest to achieve maximum
contact. Krycek closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of sensation that
signaled the first trickle of precome from his cock. He kissed Mulder again
and began writhing against him, the groans and heady response enhancing his
assurance. Every move he made elicited a stronger reaction, allowing him to
take further command of the situation.
When Mulder's hand snaked down between their undulating bodies to grasp
Krycek's dripping cock, it was stopped by an iron grip.
"Not yet," Krycek snarled against Mulder's mouth, his teeth bared in feral
intensity. "I don't want you to touch me yet." There was no way Krycek was
going to let it end this easily and he knew that if Mulder began touching him
it would be over before things had been properly played out.
"Why?" Mulder's voice was breathless and any other questions were silenced
when Krycek squeezed Mulder's hand even tighter making bones grind against each
other.
"I want to make this good for you. Let me." The tender expression on Krycek's
face belied the pain he was inflicting and Mulder nodded quickly. With a brief
kiss on the side of Mulder's mouth, Krycek let go and sat up. "Where do you
keep the lube?"
"Medicine cabinet."
"Be right back." Krycek got up and started for the bathroom, leaving Mulder
to wonder if he'd made a mistake. As if sensing his partner's hesitance,
Krycek turned around. "I'm sorry. I just really want this to be done right."
Mulder nodded and rubbed his aching hand. "It's okay."
Krycek went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He saw the face of a
man who was about to win one hell of a prize and he shook his head, chuckling
as he opened the cabinet. Finding what he was looking for, he closed the door
and winked at his reflection before returning to the bedroom.
"Find it?"
"Yeah. You got any condoms?"
"Night stand. I'm clean, you know."
Krycek opened the drawer and took out a small, foil packet. "I'm sure you are,
but you have no idea the places I've been." It was the second truest statement
of the night.
"I don't care. C'mere." Mulder grabbed Krycek's hand and pulled him onto the
bed. "I just want to be with you." He drew Krycek to him and began peppering
his neck with quick kisses, licking the hollow of his throat before nipping and
biting a trail down Krycek's body.
Sighing, Krycek was almost ready to give in to the sensations and let Mulder
take over. Almost. The deepest, darkest part of him cried out that if he was
going to do this, and if this was going to be a real victory, he'd have to be
the one to do the taking. Before Mulder could react, Krycek had him on his
back, arms pinned above his head. There was no need for Mulder to say a word
as Krycek read the cloudy eyes, their color changing from hazel to a swirling
mix of green then blue. What he saw there told him everything he needed to
know. He smirked as he said the words he knew Mulder was waiting to hear.
"I...Fox, I don't know if I should tell you this."
"What?" An expectant whisper.
"I love you." Krycek paused, waiting to achieve the effect he was seeking.
"You don't have to believe me. I can't blame you if you don't."
"I do believe you. I want to believe you."
Releasing Mulder's arms, Krycek moved his hands down to cradle Mulder's face.
"Never forget how much I care for you and what I've told you tonight. There's
nothing I wouldn't do for you." His lips conveyed the warmth and feeling of
the words he spoke as he softly pressed his mouth to Mulder's, urging the other
man's lips apart. Before sliding his tongue into the eager mouth, Krycek
breathed in, tasting the desire Mulder's body was emitting.
"Thank you, Alex."
"For what, baby?"
Mulder ran a hand down Krycek's back. "For everything. For the truth. For
this."
"I love you. You don't have to thank me. I've dreamt about making love to you
for so long..." His sentence was cut off by a lush kiss and the slow grinding
and thrusting of Mulder's hips as his body demanded more from him.
Krycek slowly broke the kiss and began sliding down the firm lines of Mulder's
body, licking and kissing every inch of skin as he did. He relished the taste
of arousal and need as it assaulted his senses. It signaled the fact that any
lingering doubts Mulder may have been holding on to had vanished.
As Krycek took Mulder's cock into his hand, sweeping his thumb over the wet
head, he had to remind himself that this had to be different from the quick
rough fucks he was used to doling out. It was vital that he be tender and
loving if the charade was to continue working its deceptive magic. He gingerly
licked the precome from the slit before taking the head between his lips and
running his tongue over the pulsating skin.
Mulder bucked his hips in an effort to slide his cock further into Krycek's
mouth, but Krycek held him down not wanting to give him more than was
necessary. Finally, once he was ready, Krycek took more of Mulder into his
mouth and began sucking at the straining flesh, listening to the moans of
approval coming from the his former partner.
"Yeah, that's it...mmm..."
Every word, every sound fueled Krycek's actions until he was swallowing
Mulder's entire length. His own cock was aching for release and he was forced
to fight the urge to simply forget about Mulder's pleasure and satisfy his own
needs. Instead, he concentrated on the task at hand, feeling the heat of
Mulder's cock as it slid over his tongue and into his throat. It was a matter
of moments before Krycek felt Mulder's body tighten and he quickly withdrew
from Krycek's mouth.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No," Mulder said, breathlessly, "I want to come while you're fucking me."
"Anything you want, lover." Krycek was more than ready to get what he wanted
and wasted no time in grabbing the lube and squirting some of the cool, clear
gel onto his fingers. "Spread your legs for me," he said softly, kissing
Mulder's erection before moving to allow the other man to comply.
Mulder hissed as Krycek slid a finger inside him, reacting to the mixture of
the cool gel and welcome intrusion. It had been a long time since he'd felt
another man's hand touch him in that way, but his body retained the memory of
the pleasure it would soon be experiencing.
"Let me know if I hurt you, Fox. I don't want to hurt you." Krycek's voice
was shaking slightly but it only masked the impatience at having to prepare his
lover.
"No, just do it, Alex." Mulder pushed against Krycek's finger. "I need
you...don't be afraid of a little pain."
The words stopped Krycek in his tracks. Perhaps Mulder was used to quick,
rough fucks. He stored the information for future reference and added a second
finger, stretching the tight muscle, feeling it steadily loosen as Mulder
relaxed. Mulder's erection was straining against his stomach and he had begun
stroking it, almost impatiently.
"Mmm...I'm ready, Alex...come on..."
Krycek smiled and reached for the condom.
"No, forget it. I want to feel you."
"But I don't want to..."
"No." It was quiet yet forceful. Krycek shrugged inwardly and raised himself
up, placing the tip of his cock to the ready opening. He started to push in
slowly and was taken by surprise when Mulder thrust his hips forward. "Do it.
I won't break. I need this."
"You're not the only one," Krycek muttered to himself. He bit his lip and
slipped all the way inside Mulder until his cock was buried to the hilt. The
tight heat enveloped him and he was only aware of the throbbing energy of
Mulder's body as it overtook him. Trembling slightly, Krycek began to slide
his cock in and out of the inviting passage, thrusting his hips in an
increasingly frantic rhythm. He couldn't remember ever feeling this much need
or lack of control and for a moment found it disconcerting. His body, however,
wouldn't allow him to linger on the thought and soon he was only aware of the
heat surrounding him, the blood pounding in his ears and the steady rhythm of
their heartbeats. He grasped Mulder's cock and started stroking it with the
same force until he couldn't any longer tell where he ended and Mulder began.
Angling his hips upward until his cock was teasing the powerful gland inside
Mulder's body, Krycek found himself wanting nothing more than to make Mulder
come.
"Come on, Fox...show me what this is doing to you...come for me..."
Mulder's body convulsed as the sensation of Krycek's hand on his cock coupled
with the stimulation of his prostate sent him over the edge. A list of
obscenities flooded the room as Mulder came, streams of semen splashing his
chest and covering Krycek's hand.
"God, Alex...I love you."
"I know you do, baby..." Krycek kissed Mulder's open mouth, biting the bottom
lip as he continued to slide in and out of his lover, driving deeper with every
thrust. "This feels so good...I was made to fuck you."
Mulder put his arms around Krycek, wanting their bodies as close together as
possible. "We're unbeatable together...come on, baby...I want to feel you come
inside me."
"Ahhh...Fox...oh god..." Krycek squeezed his eyes shut at the pleasurable pain
of his approaching orgasm. He felt the semen as it rushed through his cock in
a maddening tingle and into the hot recesses of Mulder's body. His body
shuddering as his cock continued to pulsate and release its load, he opened his
eyes briefly to see the glazed look of surrender on his lover's face. Closing
them again, the sparks that had been coursing through his body faded rapidly
and were replaced with bone-weary languor. He finally gave in and unsteadily
lowered himself to lie on Mulder's chest, casually licking the fine sheen of
sweat coating the hot skin. His hand idly traced a path down the trail of come
and hair to Mulder's crotch, fingers flickering lightly over the sensitive
penis lying spent in its nest of dark curls. For a moment, he wondered what it
would feel like inside him but dismissed the thought as pure fantasy.
The two men lay silent and sated in each other's arms, lost in their own
thoughts. Mulder had never felt so contented and complete. Whether or not
this was something that would develop into anything real, he wasn't sure. For
now he knew he could be satisfied with the turn their relationship had taken.
Mulder finally broke the silence. "How do you feel?" He stroked Krycek's
hair, kissing the damp locks that had fallen across the glistening forehead.
"You have no idea how good I feel." The statement was punctuated with a deep,
hard kiss. "I'll feel even better after a hot shower with the man I love. You
up for another round?"
Mulder laughed. "I have a feeling I will be. Let's go." He started to get
up.
"You go ahead and get things started. I just need to grab something to drink."
"Okay, but don't take too long." Mulder quickly kissed Krycek. "Love you."
An easy smile. "I know." Krycek watched Mulder leave and waited until he
heard the shower start before jumping out of bed and hurriedly getting dressed.
Krycek opened the passenger side door of the nondescript black sedan and
quickly got in.
"What took you so long?"
Looking at the driver, he smirked. "Were you worried about me?"
"Maybe. Did you find it?"
Krycek pulled the folder out of his jacket and showed it to the other man
before casually tossing it onto the back seat.
"You should have done a better job of looking out for him. He caught me."
"What? Alex, I swear, I didn't see him."
Bemused, Krycek stared at the worried face before stroking a flushed cheek.
"It's okay. I just made up some dumbass story and he let me go."
"Good. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I got a bit more from him than just that damn file, anyway."
"Like what?"
Krycek leaned over and roughly kissed his latest accomplice. "I'll show you
later. Let's go."
The driver started the car and they pulled out into the darkness, red
taillights glowing.
Mulder watched from his living room window as Krycek drove away, the steady
pulse of vengeance filling him with every heartbeat. When Krycek hadn't joined
him in the shower, there had been a moment of panic. It had only worsened when
Mulder went to the kitchen and saw no sign of his new lover. The panic had
been immediately replaced with sick regret and anger when he'd gone to his desk
and saw that the file was gone. As the car disappeared into the inky
blackness, Mulder vowed that the next time Alex Krycek crossed his path, the
bastard wouldn't get away.
END
Fairy Tales and Other Lies
By Frankie
The apartment was dark, the blinds closed, as Alex
Krycek rifled through the assorted personal papers on Agent Mulder's desk.
He'd been sent to acquire the file Mulder's unknown informant had given him.
This was merely the latest in a long line of attempts at thwarting any efforts
to discover the truth Krycek's employers were trying so desperately to hide.
Smiling as he fingered the credit card statements and telephone bills that were
evidence of Mulder's sex life, or lack thereof, Krycek soon found the folder in
question. He was about to slip it inside his jacket and make a hasty retreat
when he heard the sharp, all too familiar sound of a gun being cocked behind
him.
